Monday, July 16, 2007

The Warrior

Echoes among the laughter
show the hidden truths.
Everlasting sorrows wail
casting a pall over the Earth.

Even as the Demon's daughter
comes to ease and soothe.
Shadows etch across the pale
moon, void of its mirth ...

The Warrior stands tall
face toward the specter
answering the Clarion's call
to raise the Ancient Scepter.

Cold steel rises above
glistening with malicious intent
ever the Ewer devoid of love
arching upon its murderous descent.

The clamor of arms severe
spark the forest aflame.
Deafens all that are near.
So foul as to have no name.

Rage and ruin rain upon the soil
to the last gasp of the defeated.
In defending the One Soul
never hath he retreated.

When the battle has ceased
and the Light shines in the world
one stands increased
as all the banners are furled.

The Warrior has battled yet again
to win Light from Dark
with his body wracked with pain
He stands ... and he makes his mark!


This is from my book Through Different Eyes.